It finally happened.
I had dreamed but never thought I’d be able to teach yoga on VIN (Veterinary Information Network). I just finished presenting an on-line course to 80+ veterinarians (with more that will view the recording later). My motto is I’m just a small animal vet, living her yoga and still very much a work in progress. I wanted to show others how they could do it too.
I completed week two of my veterinary acupuncture course (more to come on that in another post) in early December. During week 1, I offered to teach a 30 minute Gentle Flow yoga class to any of the forty or so veterinarians participating. I knew that I needed to move around before settling into a whole day of learning and hoped some would feel the same. Nine hours of combined sitting and standing can wear a body out. The group fluctuated between 6-8 regulars, so I kept the classes going the next time we were in training. No commitments. Didn’t matter if they’d done yoga before or not.
I’ve had several “yoga firsts” from this experience.
I feel like a voodoo doll and someone has stuck pins into my low back. Having chronic low grade cramps, due to PMS. Happens for 2 weeks out of every month and it tires me out. It’s been like this for the last 5-6 years now. Not that it’s really bad or anything. It just takes me down a notch. I realize that I should be expecting aches and pains as I’m getting older. Just to make sure, I’ve had this all checked out medically. Now I’ve just gotta deal with it.
Yoga shala started earlier than usual and Dianne was determined that we stay on schedule. We needed to take a group photo, write a test, practice yoga, do some kirtan chanting and share in a final feast. Seemed like an overwhelming to-do list but it all worked out. I think that time stood still for us that day…or a least we hoped it would. This was our last class together.
I’ve been a member at the studio for a couple of years now. Finally got to share the experience with my younger sister, who was visiting for the holidays. She’s been living in Yellowknife, NWT for the last 3 years. Quite the trip to get back home.
“I’m tired after working so hard today!”, I told one of my yoga teacher training colleagues. We had just finished a five hour workshop.
My nephew turned five years old. His parents own Monkeytown, a children’s indoor playspace, so they held a party there that included about a dozen of his friends. Pizza, cake and lots of children = successful birthday. Continue reading
Rushing around gets me nowhere fast.
Worked at the clinic this morning. Steady appointment schedule and a few interesting rechecks. Continue reading